Travel interludes

She takes the cup. I can drink to that!
And so she does.

Princess doing her best not get into the matters of Swelvie and gives Turighe a comforting smile.

Princess breaks from her dear shawm playing, "Yeah Smoke. I'm kinda limited in there. Caravans just don't give me all the world quite." before she takes back up her shawm playing. She breaks ever so often to drink too.

With cup grasped in gauntleted hand, the Braveless one takes a swig and joins the toast!

Yes, this is a good group. I’m glad to be part of your company. Of all the caravanning I’ve done in mercenary years, this one is certainly the most…well, eventful! Ha, ha!

Bram banters and bellows with good company. With cup grasped in one hand…and his other hand, habitually reaching into his cloak pocket. And just feeling for…his silver token. And for just a moment, to perceptive friends, his smile turns to a look of distracted wonderment.

Princess smiles and adds as she sips from her cup for toast, "And more tales to be told. And moments to enjoy."

Adran, who had been away from the others, approaches as he's tucking his thieves' tools back into their pouch. A faint sound of the ocean can be heard, muffled but growing louder as he moves closer.

Taking a seat next to Gunter, he elbows his friend and smiles before opening his clenched fist. The realization that he holds a copper coin is second to the sound of ocean waves, soothing and rhythmic. The sound isn't loud and is easily talked over, but everyone at the fire can hear it clearly.

"It's better this time, it isn't so loud. Might help you sleep."

Turning to the others, he offers a shrug. "I see this all as an opportunity. There was no future behind us... I think we all know that, even if we don't want to admit it aloud. By leaving, we all have a chance we didn't have before."

Morik was in a reflective mood and stayed quiet listening to the banter, though he raised his cup in agreement to the toast. They were quite right, a single place with a single type of people was not the kind of place he’d like to stay at for very long. Different folks, different cultures, different food, different danger, different everything, that was livinf.

Adran turns to Findal. "Oh this? I grew up tinkering with things when I wasn't wandering the forests. Over time, I got a bit better. The details are what will trip you up though. You have to..." And with that, Adran will break into an explanation about being an artificer.